[Intro: 'The Godfather' sample]

"Don't you ever forget. Don't you ever take sides with anyone against the family. Do you hear me? Ever."

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]

Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Static)

I swear I love my city, I just want a little (Static)

See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Static)

Detroit vs. Everybody

[Verse 1: Trick Trick]

What up doe, everybody? I'm Detroit

So it's me vs. everybody if you ain't Detroit

We all hood, we love the gun smoke

A message from air traffic control

I'm doin' them niggas bold

Takin' it back to when rappers got beat up out their clothes

Treat 'em like little hoes

Used to wake up to snitches swingin' from light poles

When the booger sugar took a light dose

Shout out to every nigga that ever made money over in Brightmoor

With the white folks, in the window like a psycho

Puttin' the perfect play together – maestro

And since it's so cold in the D, if you don't come to see me

You might fuck around and see a nigga ice go

Had a lil' homie, run up on him with a knife though

Aiight, ho – watch the big homie on the roof with the rifle

Who might go loco and shoot for nothin'

Will go postal with you for somethin'

And I'm willin' to give it to keep the counterfeits up out of my city

Ask around and they all know Tricky

Still pull it together for the kitty

Pour a little liquor for Biggie

And Frank Nitti on the Mickey, send 'em to Diddy

Tried to get me a spot on the Revolt

Switch a man's past from the revolt

Touchin' mothafuckas with the remote

Think your man sleepin' out here, but, nigga, please – he woke

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]

Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Static)

I swear I love my city, I just want a little (Static)

See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Static)

Detroit vs. Everybody

[Verse 2: DeJ Loaf]

Ayo East Side, raised on that East Side

When we just throw our pinkies up along with the peace sign

Fairview street sign, who the fuck are these guys?

Niggas want war, we make 'em feel it, touch their G spot

My grandma sold pies and I ain't talkin' 'bout no key lime

Junkies at the side door, make sure that ain't 5-0

They done set her up, they done hit her with that combo

They done let the dogs out, house smellin' like Pine-Sol

That was on the North end, I was on the porch then

"Grandma, what you cookin' up? Grandma, why that fork bent?

Grandma, where my mom at?" Now I want her, beep her up

Always imagined we was poor and that her feet was up

Jordans, yeah we had 'em on, bitch, it wasn't no teasin' us

Remember me and Pooh was in the window eatin' peanut butter

Damn, I miss my cousin, I'm like R.I.P. to Trina's son

I'm from where it ain't no love, everybody need a gun, yuh

[Verse 3: Guilty Simpson]

Detroit V.S. everybody, P.S. 

Fuck y'all too, we don't care what y'all do

Still, you can't deny the real

Time reveal, society squeals and the society kill

Money motivated though we take it

These cats are overrated, severely, poppin' up yearly

Then they disappear within the same year

Like it never happened, them niggas just rappin' barely

I'm a shooter, loadin' my magazine and throw the book at 'em

Like a prosecutor, the Glock'll do you like a college tutor

'Cause right after class

I teach a mothafucka somethin' and watch him pass

Graduation, I rattle cages

We make some uncomfortable, I didn't grow up like the Huxtables

West 7th where those drugs'll move nonstop

Soft white or hard rock, get everybody in your yard shot

You'll get a feel for my city when I send the welcoming committee

With the 50 calibers and the smoke grey Dodge Challengers

You frown on your face, we'll kick it pretty

When I grip the semi, you better have some grip to give me

Or the steel smokes, you cats are real jokes

You bitch niggas, smack your face numb like you feel coke

Until you get the big picture, mothafucka

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]

Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Static)

I swear I love my city, I just want a little (Static)

See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Static)

Detroit vs. Everybody

[Verse 4: Black Milk]

Let the celebration kick off

This that point in the party where that person start pointin' that pistol because they're pissed off

Shots lick off, fire – sped off

This track put a fire up under me like rockets when they lift off

The map, these rappers that recite raps

We don't believe 'em like that

Deadbeat dad sayin' that he'll be right back

But city that's rough and looked at as them black sheeps

With them rap sheets that's long as track meets

So let's take a stroll, come follow me down these back streets

Where blacks and the trap meet

Killers and dealers that had dreams to be athletes

But them dreams got put in the backseat

And makin' fast funds; the shotgun got some

Homies that's still in the hood, life finna twirl

They ask me "what is it like to see the rest of the world?

Away from the block, away from the gutter"

All they know is the blocks and watchin' for cops undercover

Discover what you have here

Some niggas that's never had a fear they couldn't face

Tougher than '89 Laimbeer in the paint

Posted, Chuck D coachin', never laid up

City soil that made us

7 Mile with the players, Puritan they P.A.-ers

Sher' Road where the bullets strayin'

Fenkell where the bodies layin'

6 Mile where them hollows sprayin'

Woodward where they ain't playin'

Schoolcraft you find that mayhem where hollows holler in the AM

Gratiot where grandma's stayin'

Neighborhood that's decayin'

Niggas pockets is light, so that light bill they're never payin'

So, fam, don't let your lips talk, that could be your pitfall

Or get you sprayed on like murals on side of brick walls

Dudes watchin', waitin' for you to get sloppy

Like a hitman lurkin' in the shadows with his shotty

Out here screamin' "Let's go," yeah my nigga Hex know

City where the TECs blow but we ain't talkin' Techno

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]

Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Static)

I swear I love my city, I just want a little (Static)

See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Static)

Detroit vs. Everybody

[Verse 5: Sino]

I'm stumblin' in my Detroit fitted, bitch

Anybody want some beef then we with it, bitch

Shit, see in the Mitten–all my niggas 'bout that action

Might be 30 niggas with me, every nigga with me packin'

No fly zone, shit, just for pussies on that fuck shit

Dirty Glove, boy, this ain't the city to be fucked with

Shout out my uncle Trick, you get to trippin', he gon' dump quick

My city versus everybody (You gotta kill everybody!)

Boy, R.I.P. to Blade, I hope he hear this

I swear if Ron was free, he'd be the first nigga to kill this

Street nigga, give me a ki' and I'ma deal it

Better give a nigga his cash, or you can feel it

What up, Em? Signed the city to Shady and fuck it

They say the world is a bitch, I'ma keep on fuckin' it

My city on my back and I'ma keep on runnin' it

Still got that chopper on the backseat, ain't shit sweet, boy

[Verse 6: Marv Won]

40287, I'm out that Black Bottom

If they don't fuck with the boy, I bet the crack got 'em

It's enough two-faces here to attack Gotham

And ain't nobody a ho until the MACs spot 'em

Dot 'em, play possum, no brave option

All of mine yay-choppin' and K-shoppin'

The nerdiest nigga here can play the part of a goon

Transplant your killers if it ain't no heart in the room

Wait 'til he sugar sharp and then throw salt in the wound

These red beams'll turn your white party maroon

I got a pair of gators that I hardly wear

Nigga, I will kill you over these Cartiers

I got a couple bands with the dice on the floor

When I was 9, boy, I could tell you the price of a bow

Listen, full length minks just to show we stuntin'

Brother, you know it's nothin'

Nigga I'm Coleman Young'in, tell 'em!

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]

Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Static)

I swear I love my city, I just want a little (Static)

See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Static)

Detroit vs. Everybody

[Verse 7: Payroll Giovanni]

I'm from the West Side blocks, where we roll in spots

And have blow blowout sales to blow out a watch

Young niggas gettin' popped 'cause of the clique they claim

And in most homicides, it's a bitch to blame

My future plan's to stay froze 'til my wrist complains

If rap fails, I'm whippin' coke 'til the brick complains

In the new 6 switchin' lanes, probably with big keys

Ain't talkin' coffee when I say the trunk is where the big be

You see that D right above where my lid be

Can't trust a soul – well, that's how these streets did me

I bossed up from setbacks by luck, I rep that

Ain't scared of nigga's shit, I'm from Detroit, I expect that

[Verse 8: Hydro]

Look I'm from Detroit, bitch

Where we crack heads and we break bails

Inspired by the dopeman that pack hammers and make sales

Dreaming of a Rollie, a coupe, a crib off of lake trails

They quick to take a trip with so much weight that it'd break scales

Young boys wilding, with a chopper they'll make hail

Screaming "fuck the cops" and quick to pop off like some fake nails

Shout out to my strippers with 30 inches and fake tails

And pounds of the cookie like I was running a bake sale

Holla if you need it, I got it, just come and ask the man

Try me and get cheddar on your head just like a Packer fan

Riding down your mama street with tints on a blacker van

And turn your block into a war zone like we in Pakistan

Nobody I can call on, it's ball or get balled on

Wrists full of that shit you niggas can slip and fall on

Why the fuck you hating us when we can put them all on?

And they can help their little mans and they can hit the mall strong

It's 7 Mile 'til I die, raised by some street niggas

Fuck friends, ain't got none, I'm dolo with this heat, nigga

Boogers in my watch face, my wrists be looking slimy

Once I fuck she's like my seatbelt, I put that bitch behind me, nigga

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]

Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Static)

I swear I love my city, I just want a little (Static)

See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Static)

Detroit vs. Everybody

[Verse 9: Big Gov]

My timing was perfect, designed to be worshiped

Like Jesus as a fetus

Was destined to earn my stripes like Adidas

Needless to say I'm the sniper

Pick us off, niggas soft

While they spitting bars in the middle of a cypher

I'm from the same hood as Big Meech and Big T

So miss me with ho shit, or end up on this street

Home of the big three – big cuffs, big guns, big chips

Where broke niggas get hood rich off of quick flips

I'm from the city where the bitches even gangster

Suck a nigga dick, get her robbed, tell 'em thank you

We don't fuck with you outsiders, learn who to talk to

Or get stomped for feeling like the man when you walk through

And I don't even walk around with my chest out

But know it's drama when you see me with my vest out

My next route is finding out where you rest at

Catch you sleep, make the crime scene where you slept at

And the next cat who disrespect my city on some rap shit

I'm on his ass like cellulite on a fat bitch

This shit is drastic and you ain't gotta ask if

A nigga come disrespectful, he leaving out in a casket

[Verse 10: Boldy James]

Detroit VS everybody, that's me against the world (The world)

I might not sell a cop, but who need a brick of girl? (It's Blocks)

A thousand grams on my calculator, alligator (Uh-huh)

Morris off the Aviator Carti' sipping activator (I got the juice)

Never been a pump-faker or a lean-whipper (Never)

Steady packing eighters in a one-paper King Swisher

ConCreature, definition of real street nigga (Uh-huh)

Whole hood know that I'm the only real D nigga (Real D-boy)

That really mean it when you hear me say "I am Detroit" (Detroit)

Can hear it in my voice, my fault, Em' and Royce (My bad)

For being four days late turning my verse in (Uh-huh)

But me and Redi Rock was in the spot putting that work in (Huh)

Think, what was you doing 'fore you ever touched your first ten? (Grand)

I was in the streets with my peeps getting them chirps in (Real)

Text me when the work gone, I text him back, "The work in" (You know it)

Tryna get my hands on that pack when they first hit (For sure)

On my Captain Planet, I possess earth, wind and fire (Fire)

But you being a liar is the worst sin (Swear)

Keep throwing rocks at the throne with a glass chin

I'm still that same nigga on the corner with a half grin (Huh)

I never let these niggas use my ears for no trash cans (Nope)

Been selling dope for too long, it's time to cash in

King James, 'fore this rap shit I had street fame (ConCreature)

And the keys to the city on my key chain

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]

Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Static)

I swear I love my city, I just want a little (Static)

See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Static)

Detroit vs. Everybody

[Verse 11: Kid Vishis]

Whoever said Vishis phony, get to know me

Our hollows'll make a rapper drop the mic, no diss to Joey

Guns of all sizes, I fire and get smokey

Riding with the biggest ratchet on the car dash, I call it Khloe

You think you hard? I think you doughy

His guts'll fall out looking like someone stuck a knife in a stogie

Homie, you owe me your life

I'm Columbine balling, throwing a stripe

Wiping you out and bounce like a thief in the night

I now control machinery, it's like real steel

Gun duct-taped to the tires, that mean I will kill

They say I'm fooling to 'em

They asked me for a hot sixteen

So I lit my notebook on fire and threw it to 'em

Here's a DeJ Loaf punchline

I kill your whole family and leave a red trail, that's your bloodline

Try me, I bust nines

Stick a clock in his mouth and make him chew

Yeah, nigga, it's crunch time

[Verse 12: Big Herk]

We got them choppers, how a nigga with a knife gon' win?

Y'all just shooting the breeze, they done let a cyclone in

This what happen when little mama boys trapped grown men

Lyrically ahead of my time like the iPhone 10

And why Detroit always get a bad name?

My City ready to blow like we hit a gas main

These niggas thinking they dope, but their shit a tad lame

Man, their pen and pad game more like Trinidad James

Fuck you and whoever you run with

I'm on that B.S., I'm still in the middle with dumb shit

I'm a beast, everything you hear me spit real tight

Your flow wack, it's out of Egypt, nigga, it's real light (Get it?)

I'ma keep it real, niggas can't fuck with me

It's like I contracted Ebola, they ain't touching me

Detroit VS Everybody, niggas know we started that

Now every city all across the world want a part of this

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]

Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Static)

I swear I love my city, I just want a little (Static)

See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Static)

Detroit vs. Everybody

[Verse 13: Icewear Vezzo]

Street niggas smarter than Kwame, bustin' hardbody

Panamera fold up Porsche, let the car box me

I know niggas ain't sold shit, they did armed robberies

Rugrats buying out bottles and playing with old Tommy's

East Side, come to the zone, that's where the Lions play

Young niggas stepping on blow, that's where the Tigers stay

In my hood, the first of the month – that shit a holiday

These cemeteries meet their capacity every Fathers Day

Hit a lick, keep all the work, get the stolie back

Tell a jeweler "don't say shit, just get the Rollie checked"

If them niggas bump one lip then get your homies wacked

I swear that you knew my boss, bitch, I'm Tony Jack

Real shooters run in the trap with them choppers out

Heard them niggas bumping their gums, see what they talkin' 'bout

In a spot with so much syrup, this bitch a waffle house

Hit the pharma with so many scripts, could buy the doctors out

[Verse 14: Detroit Che]

I'm Detroit Che

I'm as sick as some syphilis, sicker than Detroit hate

If you come knocking then it's trick-or-treat

I call up Tricky, load that shit, then let that trigger squeeze

That shit ain't sweet, I'm from the murder Mitten

Never thought my friend would've been a murder victim

I'm in that van, I want revenge, I'm on some Kendrick shit

I'm pissed off like a missile, his dick's soft, he's ticked off, he can't get shit hard

If you diss my city I will set it off with a motherfucking semi that's bigger than Big Sean

Our city is Marshall Mathers on Adderall

You better pray we not mad at all when them gats involved

With swisher cap, we're flicking your fucking city off

I'll bust your fucking noggin, you disrespecting my city, dawg

I'm queen Che, been on the throne for a minute

Before the cypher I've been slicing dice, these hoes will admit it

Bitch, I'm Slim Shady, we louder than M80's

No, I'm just playing, hope he hears it, I'm just saying

I'm a renegade, pussy sweeter than lemonade

You'll never penetrate

DeJ, tell these bitches to try me, I'ma demonstrate

Vez, tell them that I got options, I'm a real estate

On them properties like Monopoly

Detroit VS Everybody, I make a verse versus everybody

Fuck your city, no fly zone, nigga, it's Detroit Che versus everybody

Detroit vs. everybody, it's Detroit vs. everybody

Fuck your city, no fly zone, nigga, it's my city versus everybody

[Verse 15: Calicoe]

(I just have to talk shit for a minute, man

I have to get in my zone, man, huh

It's the "going, going, back, back to Cali, Cali, to Cali Cali")

Cali Cali, that's where I get them cheaper at

Your number like my number, I need a number I can reach you at

Want my price, then you get a price, I want at least a stack

You pay my flight, then you pay your flight, I'll meet you back

Middle man in my own plug, I can teach you that

Detroit vs everybody, who could compete with that?

You thinking everybody zips slow 'cause they got a plug?

My nigga, everybody zips slow 'cause I'm showing love

So whenever you make a flip again, just know I'm showing love

If cash die, I'm on the strip again, just know I'm throwing dubs

Big Ruccis on the Michelins, rolling A1 Dubs

Mind on my money, fuck a nigga tryna hold a grudge

Them crabs in the bucket used to slow me up

And now I'm sitting at the top and it's lonely as fuck

Got 20 thousand for my red bottoms

'Cause I was standing in this blood after I headshot 'em, nigga

[Verse 16: Diezel]

It's me, bitch

Mafia captain, O.G., bitch

20 years, been Detroit vs whoever, nigga

The right hand to the hand that be gettin' niggas

Goon squad mafia, mobbin'

For this dirty mothafucka, where it's my home

And I love this mothafucka

So I stood on the front line, ready for one time

Duck some shots and buck, bled for my line

All for the love of the palm of the Dirty Glove

Every hood, every block, nigga, one love

7 Mile is the hood where I came up

Pray the game keep it and get your weight up

Bitch you better say us when you're talkin' 'bout next

Detroit niggas stood up when put to the test

Like what? Nigga, who?

What the fuck anybody wanna do? We ain't hear shit

One army, one city, one sound

It's Detroit, gon' shut shit down

It's time to return the king his crown

Fuck who got next, nigga, we got now